Thursday, 9 December 2010

Rose for the rose

I can feel the sweet smell of the roses coming from the garden. My garden.

There's one sonnet by William Shakespeare, Sonnet 94, that ends
with the following two lines:
 "For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; 
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."

so true! 


  1. nagyon nagyon erzeki buja meg minden, meg Shakespeare Tatat szeretjuk am!

  2. beautiful images!!
    thank you so much for following me :) it means a lot to me

    Kenza xxxx


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